She stared into his eyes for a second too long. God what was his name? She was pretty positive it was Andrew, but her mind was fuzzy at the moment. She decided to stop thinking so systematically, or actually the alcohol made her stop altogether. He smelled really good, and she found herself blurting, "You have really pretty eyes."

Andrew was confused. He had heard about the relationships at this hospital, and weren't they banned? Yet here Pierce was hitting on him. He smiled briefly before replying, "Mmm, thank you." He wasn't sure how drunk he was or why she was even talking to him, but she was definitely showing desire. For an intern. From what he'd heard, she had graduated medical school early, and was beyond brilliant, but for some reason here they were. She didn't seem to care who he was, or perhaps she didn't know. He marveled at her outward exuberance to share so much previously. She was drunk. It was different from what he had observed in the hospital OR, her determination and precision, no fun or games.

Suddenly her body gravitated towards him, and before he knew it, she pecked him on the lips quickly, before moving away. It was so intimate, and fearless, and god damnit Maggie was proud of herself. She didn't need her ex what's-his-face. There was this guy, clean and warm, and she made her move, kissing him exuberantly, teeth clashing and tongues begging for entry. She felt alive in a way surgery couldn't. This was the sex part she was looking for and he proved to be a great specimen.

Andrew responded immediately as if this was the most natural occurrence. His hands wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer to him. Maybe he couldn't save the baby, and even if the whole hospital thought he was a child hater, none of that even crossed his mind. He was making out with Maggie Pierce, head of cardio, and also a huge babe. After one kiss from her, he didn't think he could stop.

She pulls away slightly much to his dismay, and searches his eyes for something. He doesn't want to talk right now, and he silently hopes she doesn't either. She gives him the most imperceptible nod then kisses him once more, and he loses it. With the alcohol in his system and her surrounding him, Andrew DeLuca is going to have one of the best nights. His hands reach into her hair, the most beautiful curls. He needed to get her out of here so he could have her alone. In between kisses, he notes, "Andrew. It's Andrew DeLuca, by the way."

Maggie laughs joyously, throwing her head back while he blushes immensely. "I know, Andrew," she states gazing into his eyes, then down to his lips, slightly swollen from their kissing.

"How 'bout we take a cab to my place?" Maggie gets up off the stool, grabbing money, but Deluca shook his head.

"It's already on my tab, let's get that cab," He smiled as she kissed him continuously, couldn't keep her arms off of him all the way to the door and into the cab.

"Maggie, we're here. Your place," he whispers as she is kissing his neck, almost impossible to resist, but the cab driver kept clearing his throat breaking the mood he was in.

She runs to the door holding his hand. Andrew tries to keep up, but Maggie was excited. A part of his mind wondered if she did this alot. The other was just happy for the connection. She was a good kisser, and he decided to stop thinking and to just act. His eyes started wandering down her body. How exactly was she single? Or is she even single? He couldn't bring himself to care at this point.

Maggie fumbled with the lock, just trying to get the damn thing open. Maybe she wasn't the type of girl who always did relationships. But she could be that. For now, she wanted DeLuca, to feel him in the bed, and just let all abandon go. She had needs too, and it had been far too long. Once she gets the door open, DeLuca surprises her but picking her up, legs wrapped around his waist with kisses so strong she forgot where her bedroom was. He was an intern, but the way he was kissing her right now she didn't care. She made a decision at the bar, and she was more than glad to keep going.

Andrew was lost. Lost in her, and the way she felt in his arms. He was relatively new to sleeping with girls at the bar, but this was completely new. His boss's boss. Their boss. A cardio god. Right at his fingertips making him weak. He relished every moment making his way down the hallway. Did she live with anyone else? She obviously didn't care if she did because the way she touched him now…. There was no way he would let her be quiet in bed. They reached the room and he pushed open the door, slamming it shut behind them and pressing her body against it. The room was completely dark, but his senses were on overload and for now he welcomed his heightened senses.

"Where first," Maggie asks seductively running her hands through his hair, pulling it back so their eyes came in contact. He let her slip down from his grip and stripped his shirt off. She tried to follow suit with hers, but he stilled her hands, moving her to the bed. He had her laying down and slowly removed the buttons on her shirt, much to her dismay. He led a trail of kisses on the exposed skin making her whimper.

He was going to take his time and do this right. She was beautiful, and smart. At this point, his intern peers already hated him, so he might as well give them a real reason to hate him. Unless this is a one night thing with her. But he felt compelled to hold her after sex. He could tell there was something broken inside of her, and he wanted to make that go away.

She sighed into his embrace and even clutched him closer. Whatever it is that happened to her, it was history tonight. She was back. Maggie Pierce, badass Cardio Chief, is back.

Maggie felt sated and happy, so cheerful she couldn't bring herself to get out of bed to sleep in another room or kick him out. For some reason she didn't want to. The comfort of having him there… she couldn't think of any consequences. Which is odd because she didn't feel the all consuming urge to sleep in a separate bed. You could even say she felt somewhat normal. She kissed him again, searching for something, anything before the night was over. He reciprocated, hands in her hair immediately, but this time it was tender instead of the fast pace they had gone most of the night. She lifted her hands to cradle his face, and his traveled the length of her body, a firm squeeze on her behind. She giggled, as his brow raised, silently asking for another round.

She felt kisses at the back of her neck. Which was weird considering they didn't have a dog. She opens her eyes and DeLuca is gazing at her with intense fuck-me eyes. Maggie covers herself up with the blanket, and he laughs getting up. "Hey," he says, putting on his shirt from last night.

Maggie was speechless. Last night starts to come back to her.

She starts sitting upright.

"We had sex," she says with a hint of anxiety in her voice.

He chuckles nodding slightly, and looks away. Does she regret sleeping with him? It was good, more than great, yet she appears as if he just told her he kicked a puppy.

"Um, you have to get out," she throws his pants at him trying to get him out of there as quick as possible. She wasn't trying to be a bitch, she knew how she was coming off as. But damn it, she couldn't concentrate with him there, shirt open and giving her a smoldering look. McSmolder. Her body was hot, ready to jump him right there and then.

"Magg-"

"Can we talk later, actually I have a surgery this morning, really can't do this. But I will find you okay?"

He looked at her doubtfully, but nodded. Then he leaned down kissing her once more before walking out.

She breathed a sigh of relief collapsing back on the bed.

Author's note: So procrastinating on all my other stories, and obsessed with TGIT... Shondaland is my obsession. Loving the Andrew/Maggs pairing, she deserves good romance. Hope you enjoyed the story, and I will get back to my other stories eventually. School and work is killing me, so it's easier to do one-shots like this. Also, we need to get an Andrew DeLuca tag on FFNet.